recluse //fillie

aren't you the new girl?

Millie's POV

after school, I decided to go to a hill I saw while on the way to our house. it was pretty close to the school so that was a plus.

as I sit on the grass, I took in the view. the colorful sky due to the sun setting. birds soaring through the clouds. it was absolutely beautiful.

I pull my knees to my chest and start crying. I didn't have a reason to, I just wanted to cry. maybe to finally let go of extra feelings ever since he left.

all of a sudden, I hear the crunching of leaves, signalling that someone was coming. I was met by a black pair of Vans.
as I look up, I see the handsome boy who sat beside me.

"hey, aren't you the new girl? why are you crying? oh and by the way, I'm Fi-"
"Finn Wolfhard, I know." I cut him off.

"How'd you know?" he queries.
        
"I sit beside you." I pointed out. he mumbled a quick okay.

"Hey newbie, you still haven't answered my question." he says as realization sets in that I in fact have not yet answered him.

"Well, you know, life and such. it's just, I miss my old home. my old life in particular. wait a minute, why am I telling this to you again?" I cut myself off.

"I don't know..." he couldn't continue because he didn't know my name.

"Millie. Millie Bobby Brown."

"that's a nice name. never heard of anything like it before." he compliments.

"Well, uhh, as much as I would want to stay and talk to you Finn, I better head home. my mum must be filing search reports now due to my absence." my British accent evident as I say those words.

"Oh uhh, okay then. I'll see you around, I guess?" he says as he scrambles up on his feet and lends his arm to help me get up.

"yeah, sure, I'll see you around." I reply as I dust my butt off with possible dirt.

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two hours later, here I am lying on my bed thinking about the contact of our skin.

whatever I felt will never be comprehensible.

I felt sparks shoot throughout my body.

it's like hitting your elbow for a thousand times but you like the shocking feeling.

it felt like I was going on a rollercoaster in which I love to not be in.

i felt different.